Red Cloaked Man
Pairing: Citronshipping
Rating: T
Warning: mentions of sex
Disclaimer: Michse nix own.
Red. Bloody red. Red lips. Crimson. Red, redder, reddest. A red boy. Not the boy, not a boy. A red cloaked man.
Bakura you say? Bakura I think. Bakura, Bakura, Bakura. Bakura is red. A red cloaked man.
Tick tock tick tock. Goes the hand. The red clock hand. Round and round. A red blur. Points and point. A red cloaked man.
High and low. Scream and cry. Bloody streams. Sea so red. The reddest moon. A red cloaked man.
Darkness is red. Darkness is sad. The saddest red I've ever met. Crimson tears. The reddest kind. They are his. A red cloaked man.
Rubies of the past. Silk of the present. Not like him. Not like me. A worthless treasure. A red cloaked man.
Hands touch. Fingers intertwine. Red red lips. They meet mine. Love is red. Just like revenge. Sweeter than blood. A red cloaked man.
Moans and whimpers. His soul and mine. Red red scratches. Teeth and claws. A red cloaked man.
Forbidden fruit. The greatest pleasure. My red sin. Skin and sweat. Hot addiction. Red red love. Crimson lover. A red cloaked man.
The red knife cut. The red fire burned. The king, he took. The pain, we got. A sinister smirk. A red cloaked man.
Revenge is mine. Revenge is ours. White lies and red curses. Undying hate. I see red. On the walls. The floor. The kings blood. A red cloaked man.
Happy. Happy happy happiness. Crimson joy. Red nightmares. Unseeing eyes. A red cloaked man.
Marik, he says. Bakura, I answer. Mine mine mine. His his his. Our red world. The reddest, saddest of them all. My red cloaked man.
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